The eclectic lineup of all local bands, the members of whom are all friends, relatives or spouses, included Scarlet Tanager (I'm convinced the phrase "adorbs" was meant to be specifically applied to them), a mellow set by Union Tree Review and the thrash duo Volcanoes, who glued me to the back wall with an eruption of noise rock. By the time the Blind Eyes took the stage, the PBR was flowing like still more PBR and the crowd was ready to shimmy and/or shake.
Of course the melodies were ebullient and the choruses tight, each song packed with the juicy, full-bodied pop-punk flavor characteristic of this foursome (a second guitarist to add a little more punch to live shows). The onstage banter was kept to a minimum as the Eyes whipped through a set that included old and new material and was over before you could say, "Oy!"
Dubbed Best Pop Band in St. Louis by the Riverfront Times two years running now, the Blind Eyes' live experience never fails to disappoint me. These boys create near-punk gems somehow reminiscent of both early '80s power pop (The Out, anyone?) and garage rock -- albeit from a well-lit, insulated garage with microbrews in the fridge, that is. No frills, no song over three minutes, minimal pogo-ing. Giving Ted Leo a run for his money, vocalist/guitarist Seth Porter half-croons, half-yells songs like "The Nature of the Beast" and "January" that seem to get catchier by the listen.
I was left wanting a longer set, but I don't think my eardrums or dancing shoes could've taken much more. Happy anniversary to one of St. Louis' best new(ish) bands, and here's to many more years to come.